i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I